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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386664" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Heroes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In rich Virginian woods,<br>The scarlet creeper reddens over graves,<br>Among the solemn trees enlooped with vines;<br>Heroic spirits haunt the solitudes,-<br>The noble souls of half a million braves,<br>Amid the murmurous pines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! who is left behind,<br>Earnest and eloquent, sincere and strong,<br>To consecrate their memories with words<br>Not all unmeet? with fitting dirge and song<br>To chant a requiem purer than the wind,<br>And sweeter than the birds?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here, though all seems at peace,<br>The placid, measureless sky serenely fair,<br>The laughter of the breeze among the leaves,<br>The bars of sunlight slanting through the trees,<br>The reckless wild-flowers blooming everywhere,<br>The grasses' delicate sheaves,-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nathless each breeze that blows,<br>Each tree that trembles to its leafy head<br>With nervous life, revives within our mind,<br>Tender as flowers of May, the thoughts of those<br>Who lie beneath the living beauty, dead,-<br>Beneath the sunshine, blind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For brave dead soldiers, these:<br>Blessings and tears of aching thankfulness,<br>Soft flowers for the graves in wreaths enwove,<br>The odorous lilac of dear memories,<br>The heroic blossoms of the wilderness,<br>And the rich rose of love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But who has sung their praise,<br>Not less illustrious, who are living yet?<br>Armies of heroes, satisfied to pass<br>Calmly, serenely from the whole world's gaze,<br>And cheerfully accept, without regret,<br>Their old life as it was,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With all its petty pain,<br>Its irritating littleness and care;<br>They who have scaled the mountain, with content<br>Sublime, descend to live upon the plain;<br>Steadfast as though they breathed the mountain-air<br>Still, wheresoe'er they went.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They who were brave to act,<br>And rich enough their action to forget;<br>Who, having filled their day with chivalry,<br>Withdraw and keep their simpleness intact,<br>And all unconscious add more lustre yet<br>Unto their victory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the broad Western plains<br>Their patriarchal life they live anew;<br>Hunters as mighty as the men of old,<br>Or harvesting the plenteous, yellow grains,<br>Gathering ripe vintage of dusk bunches blue,<br>Or working mines of gold;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or toiling in the town,<br>Armed against hindrance, weariness, defeat,<br>With dauntless purpose not to serve or yield,<br>And calm, defiant, they struggle on,<br>As sturdy and as valiant in the street,<br>As in the camp and field.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And those condemned to live,<br>Maimed, helpless, lingering still through suffering years,<br>May they not envy now the restful sleep<br>Of the dear fellow-martyrs they survive?<br>Not o'er the dead, but over these, your tears,<br>O brothers, ye may weep!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">New England fields I see,<br>The lovely, cultured landscape, waving grain,<br>Wide haughty rivers, and pale, English skies.<br>And lo! a farmer ploughing busily,<br>Who lifts a swart face, looks upon the plain,-<br>I see, in his frank eyes,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hero's soul appear.<br>Thus in the common fields and streets they stand;<br>The light that on the past and distant gleams,<br>They cast upon the present and the near,<br>With antique virtues from some mystic land,<br>Of knightly deeds and dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emma+Lazarus">Emma Lazarus</a><div class=q>
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The scarlet creeper reddens over graves,
Among the solemn trees enlooped with vines;
Heroic spirits haunt the solitudes,-
The noble souls of half a million braves,
Amid the murmurous pines.

Ah! who is left behind,
Earnest..."></div>
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